learning
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learning

Of one thing I am certain, we are all here with a purpose. Our lives aren’t trivial happenstance. There is a God-given reason that we were placed upon & breathing on this planet, a destiny for why our heart beats its distinct rhythm & paces in the places it has landed.

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patience
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patience

My teen asked sarcastically if 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 was a four letter word. (I should add it was in response to an economics lesson & we were discussing market crashes.) Without skipping a beat, it rolled off my tongue that 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 was an eight letter word & God is teaching me that it’s needful to count to eight.⁣ ⁣ ⁣

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 & 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. ⁣ ⁣ ⁣

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purpose
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purpose

Your story of survival could be someone else’s glimmer of hope-

sharing how you got there could be the start of their walk toward eternity.

Never underestimate the story that God has chosen you to travel.

The very fibers of your experiences, your days, your years have a purpose.

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rest

There is work a caterpillar must do to grow; namely, it eats a lot. If at any time the caterpillar has not completed its sole purpose for its adult emergence, the metamorphosis process can still happen, but it requires purposeful work. Once safely cushioned and cocooned, the transformational miracle begins.

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restore
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restore

I grew up with immense admiration for my great grandmother. Suzie was poised energy, accomplished and adored. When someone commented that they had never seen Suzie cry (even though I had secretly witnessed her shedding tears behind a partially closed door), I mimicked her battle plan as my battle cry. I pushed down hidden fears and tears for three decades.

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when love lessons land
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when love lessons land

We all experience the pulls of craving belonging and purpose. This is about the day I met mine.

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the reminder of pearls
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the reminder of pearls

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. . . I was pretty sure that she had it 𝑎𝑙𝑙 together and had life figured out. I took her 𝑛𝑜𝑡-𝑠𝑜-𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 advice and slowly started changing the core of who I was to fit ℎ𝑒𝑟 ideals; I thought that’s what good girls do, you know? Our relationship was still fairly new and I watched her closely. She knew how to carry a room with her laughter, had…

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remember
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remember

It’s funny how two people, at the same place and time, can recall a moment totally different. How we perceive things can sound like two totally different experiences despite both sharing the same place in time. What they remember doesn’t sound remotely the same.

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reach
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reach

As a little girl, I was lured by dandelions one afternoon. Sitting on a daycare hill, my teacher showed us how to fashion little yellow crowns. They appealed to my girly nature and made me feel simultaneously alive and proudly beautiful.

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reimagine
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reimagine

By four years old, I knew in my heart that I wanted 3 things: I wanted to be a nurse, a mother, and a wife. I wanted them pretty much in that order-I was four years old, wisdom or experience clearly wasn’t available yet. At nine years old, my babysitter gave me my first journal-just a simple, small, dime store journal that I could hide my hopes and dreams, fears and horrors-safely held under lock and key. As space ran out…

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